Cut Short

I've been looking like a bag lady when I go to work. My last haircut has left me with uneven lengths of feathery ends that would make sudden bends and twirls if I didn't brush them down properly after a shower.

So I went to the hairdressers to get a trim.

(JUST a trim.)

I was walking towards the salon during lunchtime and I didn't even make it seem obvious that I was going to enter or even show interest, but this guy pops out of nowhere, stops me in my tracks and proclaims a need to re-color my hair. I declined but said I did need a trim.

(JUST a trim.)

So he showed me in, sat me down and started rambling off about what colours would be good for me and where he would place the highlights and everything, and I slowed him down... I said all I wanted was to make my hair a little neater, just balance and tidy up the sides, and at the same time maintain the length because I've been trying to keep my hair long. All I wanted was something that will grow out nicely. It was a long-winded request but I figured it was the best way to make sure that I was going to get a trim.

(JUST a trim.)

He whips out his pair of scissors and starts snipping.

"You want to see the packages we have you can cut and colour and treatment for only RM177..."
"Uh, no thanks, I just want a-"
"It's ok if you don't want then we also have a cut and treatment promotion going on no need to colour..."
"Erm, I wasn't really thinking about get-"
"I feel your hair is very damaged but don't worry I can give you more discount..."
"I'm in a bit of a rush actually, so maybe I could come back and do it anoth-'"
"You know the package is very cheap you don't be able to find this price anywhere else and you just need to add RM20 more to get a sham-"
"DUDE! I have no money nor time to do any package... All I want is a TRIM."
He paused momentarily and blinked.
"It's okay highlight only half an hour treatment only ten minute..."
"........."
"...And ATM very near here."

The hairdresser made the classic mistake of being overzealous with his art. He didn't give me a trim. Granted, he stayed true to my word and kept the length, but he cut the rest of my hair close to my head. Which means that I'm now back to square one (refer to profile photo), only worse off. My director is envisioning the character I play next January to have at least shoulder-length locks. And with hair that stubbornly grows an inch every six months, I think I have just made him a very vexed man.

I won't feel sexy when I do my dance anymore; no more bangs to flip away from my face, no more provocative effect from running my fingers through. In a strange form of consolation, I can lessen the contradiction that's stated on the T-shirt I'll be made to wear.



Can't believe the darn thing is happening in 27 hours. No-one is ready. Graciously accepting all forms of luck donations.